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We stole a car to drive down to Lake Erie |
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Three cards |
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And see broken glass on a white Canadian beach |
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Tonight |
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She wears her straw hat like a crown of diamonds |
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And smiles |
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Someday we'll be on familiar streets |
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Inside |
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There are smooth petosky sontes in jacket pockets |
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And charms |
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Arrowheads and indian souvenirs |
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We find |
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Girls wave to drunken sailors on the sidewalk |
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And smile |
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A cafe catches fire and disaapears |
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Tonight |
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Thunderstorms can drown out conversations |
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And shake |
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Lucky horseshoes off of fish shack walls |
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There's a flood of tourists each vacation |
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The faces are different but the lake doesn't change at all |
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Indians in cowboy hats on horseback |
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Three cards |
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Point out seven sisters in the dark |
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Night sky |
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They sparkle brighter than a crown of diamonds |
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And shine |
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And fade away into the morning light |
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Tonight |
